Nah This Ain’t The Remix Lyrics – Lil Wayne

Nah This Ain’t The Remix Lyrics by Lil Wayne

Ay Mane
I’m popping sh#t, man
Tell them n#gg#s, if they tryin’ to see me
504 the area code

70118 the zip code
That’s right
One more thing
Don’t touch my sh#t, n#gg#

Old South speakin’ to you
That’s right
Hey, when the pistol’s in your rib, n#gg#
Drop it like it’s hot

Drop it like it’s hot
Drop it like it’s hot
When I put one up in your wig, better
Drop it like it’s hot

Hey, when I run up in your crib, n#gg#
Drop it like it’s hot
Shit, nah, this here is not the remix
Just lil’ old me, singing my sh#t, sh#t

I’m a Hot Boy. I drive a hot car
The type of n#gg# get brain in a cop car
Oh, that’s your girlfriend
We call her slop jaw

Because she drink from a c#ck straw
I had relationships with a few pop stars
Wasn’t serious, I was aiming for the pop charts
Now the young n#gg# livin’ like a rock star

Only live 5 star, one bed, five wh#res
I’m a D-boy, but y’all know that
So when you see me, you ask me where the dope at
You wanna see me

Hey, you gon’ need some more cash
I can’t even hold a conversation with your broke #ss
You ain’t got more money than me
Think about it

Let’s just say someone gave me a check
And took the ink up out it
Now all I can do is go to the bank about it
Hey, after you back it up then stop

Drop it like it’s hot
Hey mama, pop that p#ss# then shake that #ss
Drop it like it’s hot
You gotta wobble-de-wobble and then

Drop it like it’s hot
Shit, nah, this here is not the remix
Just lil’ old me, singing my sh#t, sh#t
I got a sense of humor

But ain’t sh#t funny
I see ’em get mad
But I just get money
My AK a bit runny

So you should either sniff or get hit from it
You get hit runnin’
Hate that I did something
If I did, let me know

I could get a lot of b#tches
But my b#tch could get me more
Different hoes, got ’em walking on their tippy toes
Talkin’ with they p#ss# holes

Conversation, rule the nation
Here we go, I’m in Bal Harbour
Like give me those
Little man, I ball harder

My car’s larger
I’m going farther than y’all could ever pardon
Sharpen my toothbrush, rush the f#cking warden
Yeah, I’m part of a mobb daddy

And dyin’ behind the sign
Is part of my job, mama
I’m hard as a rock
I’mma f#ck me a thick b#tch

Throw a CD at her
She drop it, dismissed, you got me
Hey, after you back it up then stop
Drop it like it’s hot

Hey mama, pop that p#ss# then shake that #ss
Drop it like it’s hot
You gotta wobble-de-wobble and then
Drop it like it’s hot

Shit, nah, this here is not the remix
Just lil’ old me, singing my sh#t, sh#t
I go by Young Carter, father of one daughter
Bought her a cellphone, I call her every morning

I got my first check, I went and bought a V
Bought everybody’s with my second
Call me Mr. Deeds
Hey Marley, twist the weed

Lauren, hold the pistol, please
Promethazine got me leaning like 6 degrees
I look Japanese, my b#tch Blackanese
You see the guns I got

You know the cops ain’t packin’ these
They call me Weezy Baby
Please say the “Baby,” baby
9-27-82, I’m an eighties baby

Y’all know the Birdman
I know the 80s, baby
So if you trippin’
I’mma take it back to 80, baby

You call me crazy, but
I call it brazy, baby
I’m from the dirty, we could dance
Patrick Swayze, baby

I rock a red flag, representing uptown
Only on the right side
f#ckin’ with them Bloods now
Hey, after you back it up then stop

Drop it like it’s hot
Hey mama, pop that p#ss# then shake that #ss
Drop it like it’s hot
You gotta wobble-de-wobble and then

Drop it like it’s hot
Shit, nah, this here is not the remix
Just lil’ old me, singing my sh#t, sh#t
When I heard this song, I got a little upset

But then I thought to myself
What haven’t I done yet, f#ck
Young Money m#th*rf#ck*r
Young Mane, Hot Spitta in the building

We got Lil Boo ridin’ with us this time, n#gg#
Ay Mane
Nah, I ain’t a hater, don’t get me wrong
I made it a hot line, you made it a hot song

Peace
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Lil Wayne Lyrics – Nah This Ain’t The Remix

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Nah This Ain’t The Remix